Freedom

Oh, generations of cage-raised budgies - 

your door is open 

why are you still sitting on the same stick?

Virtual

Light breeze
  flowers swaying
  far beyond the radiating screen

Revive

Nothing touches my soul.
Only humiliation may still have a chance
to leave an imprint.

But I do not dare.

Size

Too warm for a winter day

the early flowers of spring

will surely die of coming cold.

To Be

Bee roll
B-rel
Be

Elections

Size

So petite she is --

when she stands naked

the world is hidden from me.